My name is Ghost. I am this blogger’s Grand-dog. I’m still a puppy. A really big puppy.
The two-leggers take me to Car Shows. When we aren’t looking at cars, they tie me to the bumper of their Mustang. Then they give me a stick.
I chew the stick while I think about pulling the bumper right off the car. I think I could do that if I really wanted to.
It is one thing to think I could do it. It is another thing to think about what would happen if I did do it… Treats and tummy rubs might be in short supply for a while.
Last week I forgot I was attached to the weaker of the two-leggers. I pulled on the leash too hard, and the two-legger tipped turtle. She scraped her knee. No treats and tummy rubs for the rest of the morning.
When I’m older, will the scent of a rabbit be tempered with anything? Will I ever have control over what my nose tells me to do?
I used to look at Smokey and think, “If you were a little smarter you could tell me what you were thinking,” and he’d look at me like he was saying, “If you were a little smarter, I wouldn’t have to.”
– Fred Jungclaus –